A Poem
Frustrated.
Sitting inside a tiny hostel room.
Barely any space to think.
A question falls upon my mind,
"Who is the one frustrated?"
Typhoon Thoughts
The news of my train being cancelled hit me as hard as Typhoon Gaemi hit China. Another strand of bad luck I've had on this simple hop to Hong Kong.
Hostel cancelling on me.
Bank stopping my card.
Laptop hard drive almost dying.
The heavens seem to be punishing me with mild inconveniences. In the face of these challenges; my clueless, clumsy self was able to make due. Booked a cheap hostel and prayed that the next train will actually leave.
Making the Most of the Moment
Another day in Hong Kong doesn't bother me. I love this city. The clusterf**k of cultures and histories divided by the winding streets, colorful buildings, all forming into a unique way of life.
The city is a conglomerate of different times. Continuing to change while leaving fragments of the past behind. That is what makes it different from Shanghai. That modern metropolis will tear down, make new, or renovate simply the old into something completely different. Losing the identity of the past. Here, some areas just ooze history. Where the time shows and yet holds the scars of the past as the city around it modernizes.
These qualities give Hong Kong it's unique identity. There is something that I connect with in this city. Something I can't quite put to words. Yet, the my first memories in Hong Kong are vivid as ever. Leaning on a rail at night, staring into the dark black sea. Feeling the cool ocean breeze as "HongKongaton" played through my cheap headphones. From that moment on, Hong Kong became apart of me.
📿Johnny
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